Justin Bieber Imagines {Requests Closed}

"You Won't.." (Sarah)

ATTENTION: Trigger warning. Please note that this is a trigger warning. I promise that all of you are worth love and adoration towards your bodies, and you should never hurt yourself because of how you think of yourself. Please don't hesitate to call this number, the suicide hotline, if anything, thoughts, feelings, comes into your mind: 1-800-273-8255 (this is the US suicide prevention hotline, just so you know), and don't hesitate to send me a message, because I will always be there for you. Thank you, enjoy the imagine.

So this is not a requested imagine, im sorry :( , but it is an imagine for a special girl named Sarah whose going through some things right now, and I wanted to write an imagine to make her smile, but also I wanted to write an imagine about Justin & the depression diagnosis ~ so it worked out.

Im still working on the requested imagines of course, but the next few I have to do have specific scenarios, so I wanted to get this up as soon as I could.

Thank you so much for 800k. Im so close to 1 million, its like a dream. Mwah, stay beautiful and enjoy xx

*Sarah's POV*

"Justin?" I call. "Justin?! Where are you?!"

Silence.

Where is he?

I check the whole first floor and climb up the stairs to check the second.

Guest bedroom, nothing.

Laundry room, nothing.

All three closets, nothing.

I walk into our bedroom and find Justins shirt lying beside the bed and his Maple Leafs sweatshirt folded on my side of the bed - right where I left it..

I walk through the bedroom and check my closet, nothing.

His closet, nothing.

Then I walk to the back of our room and into our bathroom.

"JUSTIN!" I moan through a sob that escapes immediately.

He's lying on the floor of our bathroom, unconcious, with a bottle of pills lying beside him.

I can't believe it.. He.. 

I fall to the floor and kneel beside him, pressing my ear to his chest.

Nothing. No heartbeat that I can hear.

And that's when I see it.

The note crumpled in his hand.

I unclench his hand and pull the note out.

My beautiful Sarah

is scrawled on the top of the sheet in his adorable handwriting.

It's hard for me to write this.

It breaks my heart, it really does.

I never wanted to hurt you. Ever. Really.

But.. I do this out of necessity.

I can't do it anymore.

This tough guy act...it's too hard to keep up with on my own.

I wanted to tell you. I really did...

The fame got to me. I didn't want it to - but it did. Constantly being judged hurts.